So yesterday afternoon I was walking home from a challenging Physique 57 workout, when this man started walking next to me.
“I love your sunglasses,” he told me, and I thanked him, because I am nothing if not polite. Well, one thing led to another and pretty soon he said to me, “I’d love to take you out and buy you a drink, is that doable?”
I was pretty startled and not just because I didn’t think that people outside of corporate used words like “doable”. But I’ve been married for approximately forever, so I don’t get asked out a lot. Although I like how that previous sentence implies that before I got married I got asked out all the time.
“No, I’m sorry,” I said, my tail in full wag mode.
“Cuz I’m black, right?” he asked.
“No, because I’m married.” It took all my strength not to add to a black man.
“No, you’re not,” he said.
“Yes, I am,” I told him. And showed him my wedding rings.
He squinted. (Note to Husbandrinka: bigger rocks next time)
“Congratulations,” he conceded.
I came home and mulled it over.
A man asked me out!
A younger man asked me out!
A younger black man asked me out!
I still have it.
Although in my case, the “it” is apparently sunglasses.
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